Gallio: Why do you think I've been working on the cure for twenty years? Thank your lucky starfishes, I'm only a day away from the solution.

Casey: Well, it's a good thing your Uncle Gallio is only one day away from the cure.

Allstar: Uh, guys, I think you should know, Uncle Gallio's been only one day away from the cure for the last twenty years.

(Gallio's up at night, starting to feel miserable, still working on the cure)

Gallio: At last, now I hold in my hands, the cure for snorkitis. One drop of air will do it. *red bubbles come out* No, it should work, it must work. No, no, still doesn't work.

(Rooster fish hollers)

Gallio: Yes, the adjustment to the air must be the answer. Maybe, this time it'll work. *still some red bubbles* Ugh, same old round red bubbles. I can't give up, but I've wasted enough time. *leaves lab all miserable and feeling ill* The Governor msut decalre a state of emergency. I'm so weak.

Allstar: *swims over to him* Uncle Gallio!

Gallio: Allstar, I must see the Governor at once.

Allstar: Anything you say, Uncle Gallio, but you look so weak. We'll need a ride. Taxi!